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"Fuck, will you just go away? I don't care what your name is."
Gaara glared daggers at the young girl who was strapped to his side that night. She has short brown hair, dark eyes, and fair skin. The outfit she wore clung to her tightly, grasping her curves perfectly, but to him, she just looked like a whore. She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't particularly pretty either. He just wished she would get the hint that he just wasn't fucking interested in her.
She felt her lips tremble, while small tears fell from her eyes. He shook his head and mentally slapped himself. "Seriously. I said fuck off." The red head exhaled a sigh of relief when he finally felt her let go of his arm and go somewhere else in the bar.
"You're mean!" Naruto complained, before giving him a small laugh. "But that's what makes you, you."
Gaara rolled his eyes. "I'm not interested in any girl in this god damn bar. They're all whores, strapping themselves to me like I'm fucking meat."
The blond sighed. "Dude, calm the hell down and have a drink. You really need to get laid."
Naruto couldn't help but laugh again when Gaara sent a glare his way. Quite frankly, his best friend didn't scare him, not at all. Sure, he was intimidating, but Gaara would never hurt him. At least, that's what the blond hoped.
"I've had my share of fun with girls over the years. Fucking a whore isn't on my agenda," Gaara rose the shot glass to his lips and took a long swig, just before putting it back down. "Besides, why are you trying to help me anyway? You're getting married next month." He pointed out, which made Naruto frown.
"I don't even know if I want to marry her, man. Samui is waaay too mature, calm, and silent. She is so... how do I put this nicely? - Fucking boring." The word escaped his mouth before he could control it, which made Gaara chuckle quietly
"Oh Kami forbid you marry someone who is right for you. She is perfect for you. You're a complete dumbass, so her high intellect makes up for it."
Naruto growled. "Shut the fuck up you insomniac. At least I get laid almost every night."
"To which your dick is the size of your brain. Fucking small." Gaara tried his best to conceal a grin that was threatening to come across when the blond happened to glare at him.
"Fuck you, Sabaku." Naruto spat, just before setting a dollar bill onto the table to help pay for a tip.
"No thanks, I don't roll that way and even if I did, I'd rather fuck someone with class." Gaara smirked when Naruto almost choked on his drink, coughing and gagging as he set the glass back down.
"You're an asshole tonight." Naruto said, with a wicked grin. "I should really find you a fucking girlfriend. Someone hot, who likes artists." The blond thought for a moment, trying his best to think of the perfect girl for someone like Gaara. They have to be sexy, with a calm enough attitude to deal with him.
Naruto felt a light bulb appear right above his head, as he had the perfect idea. "How about Ino? She's hot, and has a nice body, along with a temper. Kind of like yours." He nodded once he was done, which made Gaara roll his eyes once more.
"I fucking hate blonds. They're stupid." His eyes flickered over to Naruto for a moment, before he looked away. "Besides, I'd rather kill myself then date that bimbo. Isn't she fucking Deidara anyway?"
"Dude, Deidara is her twin brother." Naruto smiled when Gaara shivered.
"Oh yeah, she's with Sai. Kami, isn't she a fucking slut anyway?" Naruto rose an eyebrow at him. "I mean, she fucked Sakura's boyfriend twice last week." The blond dropped his glass and his eyes widened, while his mouth opened slightly.
"Does Sakura know?" The blond asked, being quite disappointed in her. Sakura and Ino are best friends.
Gaara shrugged. "Fuck if I know. And like I'd give a damn."
Naruto grinned. "Oh whatever, you know you had a crush on her in high school."
The red head felt his cheeks grow warm and he frowned, looking away from him. "I did not. Sasuke was being a douche and decided to spread that around the school. And it wasn't true. Sakura's just a big of an idiot as Ino, especially with pink hair. Who the fuck wants pink hair?"
"Obviously her." Naruto murmured against his glass, since the waitress brought him another beer. He sighed and set it down, looking to his friend remotely. "You need a relationship. We're twenty-five, and I'm getting married," He said, as he rolled his eyes. "And you're lonely."
As Naruto said it, Gaara looked down at his lap, knowing this was true. He's never been so alone in his life. Even though whores and tramps threw themselves his way, he was never interested. He's been an artist for three years, a famous one at that, who lived alone atop of Konoha Hill.
Temari and Kankuro, his sister and his brother, were still living in Sunagakure, never having a way to travel to Konoha. They wrote him ever so often, telling him how proud they were of him. Gaara didn't have the best childhood, but ever since he's known Naruto, his life was much, much better.
"I guess not." He managed to say finally, eying the blond from behind his drink. "I never really thought about it. It's for the best if I am alone, though."
Naruto patted his back slightly and smiled. "But you're not alone. You have me."
Gaara groaned and then smiled slightly. "Don't remind me." Naruto nudged him with his elbow and couldn't help but laugh at him. "Naruto, do you wonder what it would be like, if we had parents?" Naruto's look quickly saddened and he found himself averting Gaara's gaze.
"My parents died. So no, I don't really think about it much." He paused. "But if your mother didn't die and if your father wasn't such an asshole, I'm sure you would too." Gaara nodded at his answer, guessing it was good enough.
He shrugged. "You're my best friend, Gaara. We grew up with the same childhood. If we weren't so much alike, I don't know what I'd do. Because you understand me better than anyone. Especially Samui." The red head smirked, knowing exactly what he meant.
"So let's have a toast then," Gaara said, raising his glass. "To best friends who don't give a fuck."
Naruto laughed and clicked his glass with Gaara's. "I'll drink to that." He drank some more of his beer, just before sighing. "I think I'm going to break off the engagement. I'm not happy anymore." Naruto rolled his eyes when he saw Gaara smile. It was small, but it was still there, none the less.
"Good luck with that." Gaara said, while throwing a few bills onto the table, and getting out of his seat. Naruto looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "I think I need to go for a walk. Thanks for tonight." He walked away, feeling the blond's blue eyes burning into his back as he disappeared from sight.
Gaara felt the cool, night air blow silently towards him, and he felt cooler already. The bar was just getting way too hot. Bodies grinding against each other hotly, smokers inhaling their poison, and drinkers getting fucked up all night.
Yeah, these nights were the fucking best.
He put his hands in his jean pockets, while looking down at the pavement below. His head throbbed from the loud ass music that was playing, and well, he just had to get out of there.
Naruto was trying to get him a girlfriend and he didn't really understand why, Gaara was perfectly fine alone. When his ex-girlfriend, Sari left him, he never wanted anyone else. He didn't know why he even dated that bitch in the first place. She only used him for money.
With that thought, he pushed any hopes for getting a girlfriend away. Never again will he go through that, ever. Women were fucking whores and sluts anyway. He didn't know where the world was getting to, it was fucking sick though. No one had the cure for it, either.
Gaara looked at his watch, seeing that it was quater past 12. He should be heading home soon, since tomorrow he was going to have to show up at the art museum bright and early. He regretted ever becoming an artist. It could get boring sometimes, especially when he had no one to share it with.
"Well screw you too then!" The red head snapped his head up suddenly and watched as a woman was thrown out into the streets, bags flying out the door behind her. She huffed and began picking them up one by one, glaring at Gaara as he stared.
He blinked when he realized it was Sakura. How she could ever be thrown out of someone's house, he didn't know. In high school, she even broke Sasuke's teeth for cheating on her with Karin. And it was like a holy fucking shit moment.
"What?" She spat, before she realized who it was. "Oh, hey Gaara." Sakura nervously looked at her feet and then she smiled up at him. "How are you doing?" She asked, her voice quite low.
Gaara sneered. "Better than you, I take it. Finally find out Sasori was cheating?"
Sakura rolled her eyes. "Oh fuck you Sabaku."
Once she said this, Naruto's voice popped into his mind, and he smirked once he remembered what he said to him. Now that was fucking hilarious.
"So what are you doing now?" She looked at him, while gathering her bags that were thrown to the sidewalk. He crossed his arms and chuckled.
"I'm an artist. What are you doing?" As if he really cared.
Sakura suddenly smiled, putting her things onto the bus bench that happened to be next to her old apartment. "I'm a doctor-in-training under Tsunade." She boasted proudly, while sitting down. She was apparently waiting for the bus to take her... where was she going again?
"Where are you going to go?" Gaara asked.
She sighed. "I'm going to stay with Hinata for a couple of days." Hinata. Now that was a name he hasn't heard in such a long time. Maybe Naruto should try to get with her.
Gaara rolled his eyes. "Until you get your own place, I presume."
Sakura nodded. "Yep, I just don't want to become a nuisance."
He snickered, which made her glare at him again. "That's not hard for you to accomplish." She scoffed and sighed softly, relaxing as the air apparently calmed her nerves a bit. Gaara couldn't help but agree that it was chilling, but also comforting that night.
"Do you know of any places that are cheap rent, but also cozy?" She asked him.
Gaara looked up at the sky, as if thinking for a moment. "I could check up with my realtor and see what's cheap, but-" He mimicked her words. "Also cozy."
She blinked in surprise, obviously not expecting him to agree so quickly. Sakura smiled. "Thanks, Gaara. That's probably the best news I've had all day."
He rose an eyebrow. "Do I need to start from the beginning of my day to the end of it, to where your standing here watching me with disbelief?" She snorted. "First off, I walk in on Ino holding a pregnancy test, to which Sai was watching her in anger. Well at least I think it was anger."
She wrapped her jacket more firmly around herself, before continuing. "Sai turned to me, smiling hesitantly, saying, "I hope you know hag, it's Sasori's child she is carrying." Oh man, talk about a great thing to know! I can't believe that bitch fucked my boyfriend!"
Sakura glared hard at nothing in particular, which made Gaara sigh. He didn't go for a walk to hear someone complain to him about their sucky life.
"I come home, confront Sasori about it, and then he fucking kicked me out." She rolled her eyes. "Men. I swear, I'd rather just fuck myself with a vibrator then get another idiot." Gaara, obviously disgusted, shook his head at her rather vivid description.
"So here we are. I'm stating my problems to someone who doesn't give a flying fuck anyway." At least she knew that was correct.
Gaara let out a sigh of relief when he heard the bus coming their way. "I guess this is your ride." He said, pointing out the obvious, which made her giggle softly.
"Yeah, I guess so." She paused. "I should go check out your artwork sometime." Sakura smiled, when she realized he was taken aback by her statement. "See you." She grabbed all of her stuff and boarded the bus, waving goodbye once it took off.
The red head waved back at her, still watching as the bus turned the corner, leaving his line of vision. Gaara mentally noted on how much she's changed over the years and he chuckled silently. He was definitely going to have to tell Naruto about this.
He looked at his watch and his eyes widened slightly. But that would have to wait until tomorrow. He needed to get home and go to sleep, or at least try, as he always failed miserably in attempt. Gaara sighed, as he began walking once more, ignoring the softness of rain hitting him on top of the head.
"I really fucking hate being an artist..." He mumbled, as he grew soaking wet from the rain.
