"You know you want this." His voice whispered into Gaara's ear. His hands were both in the most intimate places that had never been touched by anyone before. "Such a seductive face and body like yours will never be adored by anyone like it has been adored by me." The voice spoke. Gaara couldn't fight the rope that kept his hands bound. "Don't fight it, I promise you will feel good."

Gaara jumped awake at the sound of the bell. He looked around the classroom to see everyone shoving books into their back packs. Gaara sighed and began doing the same. His hand trembled as he did, but he fought the urge to succumb to the memories.

He quickly walked to the entrance of his school. He wanted to avoid the group of kids that had found it entertaining to make fun of him. Thanks to the stupid memory he practically needed to run to get out before they made their appearance.

The sterile white floors were filled with students rushing to go home. The bright blue walls were adorned with prestigious awards and banners. That displayed the academic excellence at the school. The lockers were wide and were a shimmering silver color. The students standing in front of the lockers would scan their ID's and the sounds of locks clicking were like music that drowned the conversations between the people.

Students had a certain type of uniform, based on their income. The lowest had to wear a bright green jacket. The middle incomes, which now included Gaara had to wear dark blue jacket. The highest income were able to wear a platinum jacket that displayed their prestige. He had been in the top ten richest kids of the school, but since his brother quit working their income had been slowly declining. This made his rank fall from position five to twelve.

Gaara remembered the dreadful day and cringed. It wouldn't be so bad if the person that replaced Gaara was none other than Deidara. Deidara had been born in the lower class he was adopted into an elite family, which escalated his status.

Deidara had made it a point to destroy Gaara's reputation as well as his social standing amongst the rest of the elites. It wasn't enough for him to completely outrank Gaara, but he also had to continually harass him. Gaara had lost count of all the times in which Deidara had done inappropriate things to him that bordered the line of sexual harassment. But Gaara couldn't fathom reporting such behavior for fear something drastic would be done.

Gaara had tried to reason it with him being jealous of Gaara, yet clearly he had more worth than Gaara. The thought troubled Gaara, yet he never entertained the thought for too long. He couldn't be bothered with having Deidara even occupying his mind if even for an hour.

The blonde wasn't the most appealing person to Gaara. His long blonde hair pulled into a pony tail, while a small portion of his long bangs hung down covering his left eye. His body was in shape, but Gaara couldn't stand the fact that he didn't pull all his hair into the pony tail or let it all down.

Gaara picked up his pace as he got closer to the door. Students began rushing to leave and they were far more excited to leave than Gaara. Gaara changed direction to one of the side double doors. They led to the ramp, which was used for handicap people, but Gaara knew he needed to use them.

He got to the door and pressed the open button, but it didn't budge. His face began to heat up when he saw his lookalike smiling at him from the other side. His look alike is Sasori. The only few differences they have are their length of hair, eye color, and Gaara had a tattoo on the left side of his forehead. Sasori's hair color was similar to Gaara's, yet it was longer than Gaara's hair. While Gaara had turquoise eye color, Sasori's eyes were a brownish red-like color.

Sasori pointed behind Gaara, but Gaara didn't turn. Instead, he reached to unlock the door. "What is my best-iest friend in the who-o-le wide world doing?" Deidara asked wrapping his arms around Gaara's shoulders. Gaara closed his eyes and raised his chin turning his head away from Deidara's head. "We aren't friends, can you please let me go?" Gaara asked, but it was more of a demand. He tried to shake Deidara off of him, but the attempt failed.

Students that passed them were snickering at a continuation of their foolish display. Gaara rolled his eyes. "Oh why don't you say, 'Please oh wonderful, master Deidara, let me go to my house so I can dream about you!' maybe then I'll consider letting you go." He said grinning.

Gaara gasped and started trying to push his arms off of him. "Let me go, you're embarrassing yourself!" He shouted. Deidara smiled and moved one of his arms down to Gaara's waist and still kept the other one around his shoulders. Gaara prayed one of the teachers would come by, even better perhaps Rock Lee would realize that Gaara's late and come rushing in to save him.

He continued struggling until Deidara tightened his grip and pushed Gaara's head back. Gaara froze at the feel of Deidara's soft hair against his neck. By now the hallways were clearing up as students made their way either out the doors or to their clubs. The problem Gaara was facing is the fact that no one seemed to give a shit that Deidara had him in such a scandalous position. He could now feel the guy's breath against his ear. Everyone just walked past them as if it were nothing.

Gaara felt Deidara brush his head against Gaara's jawline in a similar fashion to that of a cat's way of brushing a person's leg. Gaara cringed at the gesture, "Let me go you creep." He ordered feeling his body beginning to relax into Deidara grip. "I would if you swear you will spend every day catering to my every whim." He said. Gaara blushed and started fighting his grip, despite his body's attempt to relax. "I won't do such degrading thing, especially to a swine like you!" He exclaimed.

He felt Deidara's hand at his waist begin to slip further down. Gaara's heart began beating faster. His body began to become unresponsive to him trying to convince it to move. He felt Deidara gently press his lips against Gaara's neck. Gaara closed his eyes blushing, "One day you'll beg me to do these things to you." He whispered.

Suddenly Deidara shoved Gaara down. Gaara fell to the floor facedown. He forced himself to roll over quickly. He glared up at Deidara, unable to find any voice to reply to his strange behavior. Deidara smirked while he unlocked the door. He had switched jackets as usual to the black jacket he always wore. It stopped a little higher than his knees and it's most notable design were the red clouds. Sasori waved at Gaara through the glass. Deidara opened the door and left Gaara on the ground.

Gaara bit his lip feeling tears beginning to swell up in his eyes. He tried to fight them but they streamed down his cheeks. He wiped them quickly. He let out a sigh and took a deep breath. This always happened to him. He looked down at his hands shaking.

He despised the fact that they were shaking. He knows that Deidara would have let him go before doing anything disgusting. Yet his body still responded as if he was going to continue to force himself on Gaara. Gaara slowly got up from the smooth floor. He looked around him and sighed. Well even he had stripped Gaara and raped him, no one would have helped.

Gaara stared at his older brother Kankuro and his sister Temari sitting across from him. They had been like this for at least ten minutes. Gaara knew they were preparing to tell him something serious, but he couldn't be certain what it was.

"Gaara, one of your teachers called me." She said and began tapping her fingers on her crossed arms, like she typically did when she was angry. Gaara bit his lip, "Okay?" He asked. Could this be about his rank being replaced? Though as serious as that was he didn't see the point in having arranged a family meeting with it being ten o'clock at night.

"He said that you've been having problems with two other students." She said. Gaara nodded, "Well yeah, but I mean it isn't anything serious." Gaara said. Gaara let out a small sigh of relief. It was only about the two miscreants.

Temari shook her head, "No, they have surveillance cameras and they have so many compromising positions between you and this creep. Not only that, but he said this afternoon…the guy was holding you intimately." She stood up. She was half dressed for work and the other half dressed for bed. Her top was her white silk shirt and her black jacket still buttoned and her hair was pulled neatly into a bun. Her bottom was her bright yellow pajama bottoms and fuzzy slippers.

Kankuro, on the other hand, was half dressed. Thankfully, it was the half that no one should have to see if they wanted to keep their eyesight. Gaara could admit his brother wasn't unattractive, but at the same time he didn't think he could date someone that insisted if he couldn't go into the mall shirtless then they were taking away his right as a human.

"Gaara pay attention." Kankuro spoke bringing Gaara back from his train of though. "Gaara this isn't good. We already don't have nearly enough funds to keep sending you to that school, but also now they have incriminating things that wouldn't bode well for your future. If anyone were to get a hold of them" She said and began pacing around their richly adorned furniture.

Gaara watched her confused, "So what will you have me do?" He asked. He knew that he needed to prevent his future from being marred by things that scoundrel does to him, but at the same his sister always seems to blow things out of proportion. Kankuro leaned up, "Look we can make this go away, but it would require you to…well to leave." He said. Gaara snapped his head to Kankuro, "Leave where?" He asked raising his voice slightly.

"Leave this whole city." Kankuro said sternly. Gaara stared at him confused. "Why would I have to leave?" He asked. Now that seemed unnecessary. Surely he could change to another school in the city. "Because we can't take that guy to court on account of we don't have the time to waste. But also you're part of the blame. You know not to put yourself in those situations." He said. Gaara rolled his eyes, "As if I'm trying to be found in such scandalous positions."

"We are going to prevent any more of these mishaps from happening. What will happen if he does something else more extreme? We won't let what happened before happen again." Temari stated her voice trembling at the end of her words. She stopped behind the couch and gripped the back of it. She closed her eyes tightly in anguish. She took her hand off the couch and leaned down placing her head in her hands.

"Gaara, the other guy did this same thing with you…we know you don't remember, but you were targeted and it looks like this guy is doing the same thing. We barely managed to get rid of any trace of that incident." Kankuro said and put his hands together. "So what we decided to do is to send you to stay with a family friend and to go to another school." Kankuro said and got up. He walked around to the kitchen behind the small island as if to get away from the feeling of dread that Temari was giving off.

"Who am I staying with and what school?" Gaara asked turning to look at Kankuro. He opened the fridge. "You're staying with Jiraiya. He isn't the most noteworthy character, but he is noble and he will take care of you." Kankuro said.

"Wait…Jiraiya lives in Konoha…" Gaara muttered and bit his lip realizing exactly where he was being sent. Konoha is a city that is rumored to be affiliated with several gang leaders. In fact, it was known to be the place of which many gangs were founded and still continued to gain members. Gaara couldn't begin to fathom what the schools would be like.

"Yeah, but like I said Jiraiya will take care of you. Konoha is the only place that doesn't know who you are, so your name will hold no power there." He said leaning against the island. "But Jiraiya's does, so we don't think anyone will have any qualms with you while you're under his roof." Kankuro assured Gaara. But Gaara's mind wasn't settled. He didn't like how they were just doing this without a care about how Gaara felt. Then again it wasn't the first time and as far as he knew it wouldn't be the last.