A:N/ Well, would you look at that. The most words I want to ever speak in public will be jotted down here with stories; recently finding stories a way to ease myself out, I guess I will jot them down here. Leave reviews if you will. Any questions can be sent to my email on my profile , but I am starting to not like the name of my old name. I will notify everyone with the change. Comments/constructive criticism are Okay I guess, but I don't care about them. As long as they are spelling, grammar, etc. I will maybe respond to that. For those criticizing my story itself, I won't give a fuck. But enjoy the rest if you will. View my profile I guess while you are at it. Notice I will be using song names for chapter names; they will be associated with the meaning of the chapter. Please keep in mind that this is my first fic, so don't expect anything amazing.
I got the title of this fanfic from the song 88 by Sum 41. I consider the song very unique and mind-perceiving; I believe it could represent Gaara's feelings in a huge way. I usually don't say anything is "great", or "awesome"; don't expect that from me.
The name of the band, "Until The End", is the name of my band. Search up on YouTube "Until The End – Adrenaline Rush" to find one of our songs.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, I would actually be known for something other than soccer.
Summary: Naruto is trying to get a break; His band "Until The End" is doing horribly, having a lazy-ass manager reading porno mags all day, the careless bass-guitar player who would rather enjoy clouds all day, and the electric guitar player who is too obsessed with 'socializing' and his dog to be focused on the band. What happens when they go on a hunt for a new drummer? NaruGaara.
Also, Konoha will be a town in Japan.
Rated M for: Language, Lyrics, yaoi, and eventual Sexual Situations
Italic Thoughts of a character, emphasis, or Japanese words.
Regular Main Dialogue/Story
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Trapped Inside This Broken World: Chapter One – Time is Running Out
Day 1: 1:58 P.M
"Once again, I will ask for you to get the fuck out of my way.", glared the red haired 'freak'.
And so started the day of Sabaku no Gaara, out in the street market purchasing some material items. After getting his college degree yesterday because of his bitchy sister Temari, in electrical engineering, he decided to start making a life; a life with no one else, but himself.
"Hhmph." was all the man wanted to come back with. As Gaara went past him, the person only then had the guts to yell out, "I'm sure your uncle would have loved to hear your language!"
Shrugging off the daily comments following that one, he walked out into the maze.
At times, life seemed so pointless, yet painful. He could wonder on hours on why people insisted on living longer without expressions changing. Only at some points in time did he get mad; mad because of his life, parents, and basically, everyone. He was treated as an outcast, a nobody, a goth; to put in one word, shit. And this was all because of his self defense murder. Killing his abusive uncle, also known as the ever-so innocent, and respectful mayor Yashamaru-sempai. So what should be a regular day at the street market now turns into a staring competition; that day it was Gaara vs. the citizens of Konoha. Although he shows nothing with his expressionless face, inside he is in rage; he is mad. With that madness, he decided to go back to his apartment and relieve his pain. And while walking down the seemingly long streets, memories infiltrated his brain.
At first when 13, cutting entered his life. To know that he was still alive, the adrenaline rush, but most importantly, to take everything and everyone he hated into this cut. This cut symbolized more than people could see; people including his dad. Before his dad walked in on him one 'fateful' day, he already hated his son; expressionless, cold, and most importantly, a murderer. Killing his wife at birth, his uncle in so-called "self-defense", and now killing his life. Forced to let him in his custody, forced to give him necessities, forced to let him live his pointless life.
So as Gaara would expect, his dad started yelling, torturing, and the like. What surprised him was that he actually kicked him out of the house. Gaara understood his dad got annoyed from his gothic paintings, music, and his trait of not respecting his elders. In fact, he sometimes did this on purpose; he would do this many times, as he didn't care about the scars, the beatings.
When Gaara went out and walked out for about 2 minutes, he heard a gunshot; and seeing as how his sister and brother were out at the time, he could guess who it was.
"What a weak fool."
Eventually Temari and Kankuro found the body, all the information; and when they called Gaara's cell phone, it was off; answering machine responding back with a chilling response.
"Temari, Kankuro; you are probably calling me right now. And right now, I will tell you nothing except two things; I have no remorse for what has happened in the past 10 minutes, and I will destroy thi-."
As for Kankuro, he was neutral about the situation; he didn't care for his father seeing how stupid and reckless he can be, but on the other hand, didn't care much for Gaara; to him, this message wasn't all that bad. Temari, however, was found dropping herself and her phone; sobbing at Kankuro's feet, depriving herself of any comfort. Kankuro, however, didn't want Temari to be that depressed. He cared for her a bit at least.
Sighing, Kankuro replied to the crying with, "If you get your face off my shoes, cell phone off the ground, and your feet standing straight, we'll go look together."
Two weeks later, he was found by Temari as he was wondering the streets in the night. He didn't reply to any of their questions, look at them, but reluctantly went along with them. He soon realized he would rather be a homeless asshole than coming back with them.
He soon stopped cutting, finding that nothing could help with his problems anymore. Temari at least attempted to get Gaara doing something active, like chores, getting a job, even sports. Soon after finding out that this was really an impossible job, she enrolled Gaara in the nearest public school. However, during her desperate attempt at getting Gaara public, she completely forgot that his personality wasn't…well….sparkling.
As a result of another mistake, it ended in result of him getting bullied, picked on, and more; however, when engaged in fights, Gaara was too much for them. In fact, he recalled almost killing someone. With the remembering of blood spattered on the wall, Gaara smirked at the thought.
His memories pursued even further when he reached for the handle of his elegant, yet gothic door of his apartment. When 16, Gaara wanted to move out. When Temari found that out, she pleaded all she could but ended up getting punched in the face for holding on to him. Yet, even with this, Temari wanted to do something at least. So, when Gaara was picking out a house, she put in a pretty thoughtful amount of money. Sure, Gaara guessed it was 'nice' of her to do such a thing, but he didn't need/believe in anyone.
"People doing things for other people…it's a waste of the person's time and efforts. If Temari wanted to be a dumbass and spend money on him then let it be."
After Gaara took his clothes off, he took a shower. Turning the knob to the 'H' side, he let the scorching pellets of water his every single inch of his body from every innumerable angle. Oh, how he enjoyed showers; probably the most relaxing thing he has encountered yet. As a kid, he didn't get the pleasure of hot showers; in fact, quite the opposite. He was required to get a metal garbage can that he had to take from the public park, place it in some bushes outside his house, and fill with cold water from the nearest river; that river was a mile away. And of course, his dad prevented him from getting a simple bath inside because he always said, "Whatever you do, even with whatever amounts of soap and cleaning products you want to put on you, you will always be filth, and never get the blood off your hands," or something along those lines.
Now 21 years old, he took in some of his favorite salted tongue and gizzard, yet still didn't show an expression of satisfaction or delightfulness. But after finishing his meal, he came upon his most eventful objects of the day on his large balcony; two mallets, a seat, and…
"My drums."
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Day 1: Noon
In the alleys of Konoha, where many roam about in darkness and separately, there is a small "hangout" room for four people; these four people were part of the once-famous band, Until The End. These four people consisted of the manager Kakashi Hatake, bass guitarist Shikamaru Nara, electric guitarist Kiba Inuzuka, and second electric guitarist and lead singer N-
"-aruto Uzumaki!"
"Gha, gwa, huhhhh….eh?"
Opening his eyes, with the sun streaming into his eyes, the clouds are sky blue, with feelings of a light breeze. For some reason, Naruto felt that in the next days, all events will be very to-…
"Naruto, get up already!" yelled Kakashi. "You have a whole load of shit to do today! Plus, you should have started three days ago on them!"
"Aghhh, shut up hentai. I was busy those days anyway."
"Oh, okay, yeah, busy doing what; going to the street market and pranking some stores?"
"It's called inspiration for some of my upcoming lyrics!"
"Yeah, lyrics that you should have started 3 days ago! Battle of the Bands is in a week!"
"Well maybe if someone wasn't reading 'Ichi Ichi Paradise' the whole time we could have gotten something started!"
"Well this book teaches the importance of personal 'things' you kn-.." smirked Kakashi.
"Well I'd like to back up over your personal things with a truck." was what Naruto came back with as he held a wide grin plastered on his face.
"HEY! It doesn't mat-…"
"Oh, w-would you guys shut the fuck up?!" yelled a lazy yell from across the room that seemed like it was holding a laugh in. Shoving the laugh back down his system, he came back with, "Naruto, you must take responsibility for your stupidity; you have already done enough pranks in your days for your so-called inspiration. Kakashi-…" said the mysterious figure in the shadows. "…-how bout you stop reading your gay porno books all day and shove it up your ass!"
"Bet you'd like that, eh Kakashi?"
"Hey! They're only sometimes gay. I also like chicks too…" replied Kakashi with a glare towards the darkness in the corner and to Naruto.
"Shikamaru? When did you wake up? And why are you-," replied the questioning Naruto, ignoring Kakashi's add-in.
"About 2 hours ago at 10. Yet, I'm still in this sleeping bag because…well, what else to do? Watching TV sucks in the morning, your video games are only fun for multiplaying, and Kiba has yet to be found today."
"Well, Naruto, that's gotta be another task on your to-do list that you will fail," interrupted Kakashi.
"What are you talking about, manager. All kidding aside, those types of tasks are your responsibility!"
"Well…why…….fine. Just get started already with your responsibility." Kakashi, then walked out smoothly out into the alleys of Konoha.
Silence stayed for a bit and Shikamaru almost turned back around when Naruto then faced Shikamaru and asked, "When do you think Kiba woke up? Did he have anything special to do today?"
Interrupted of his daydreaming he was rather surprised but still continued on with his careless yet lazy expressions. "I don't know anything about him for today, but you know how he is; he can drink booze in the morning and end up in Korea in the evening."
"Oh yeah, I remember when that happened…", said Naruto, laughing as he kept hold onto his usual naive grin. Remembering that stupid Kiba was in itself a laugh. One night they went to a friend's party and the party had a mission for staying up over 2 days and it had tons a booze…literally. So as you can imagine, the drunken bastard got himself wasted for over 36 hours, eventually threw up multiple times, and then people lost track of him. He wandered onto the streets on Konoha and collapsed into a huge barrel that was going on a boat. He ended up in Seoul and wasn't found for another week. "That was absolutely ridiculous!"
Shikamaru nodded along the true statement. "So, what were your tasks again? If they're simple enough I might help you along with it; I got nothin' else to do."
"Ah, great! First we need to make some new lyrics; we have just been kicking back for some time and Battle of the Bands is coming up soon. Of course, you know since the situation of the asshole dropping out for another band so we need a new one. We also ne-…"
"Him? Ahh, just reminding me of him makes me sick. I told you there was something mysterious about that guy! I mean seriously, 'We All Have Our Dreams' would never let him drop out with no purpose. Plus, he got along with them just fine."
"Well, true, but come one, the offer was really good. Plus it would've been interesting for a four-man band. I hated drums anyways."
"But ser-,"
"And you guys can't do lead for crap!", laughed Naruto. "I mean, true, everyone in the band does backup, but key word, backup."
"Whatever. Everyone has their own opinions. Anyways, the other things?"
"Hmm….Kami, I forgot!", chuckled Naruto.
"Well, making lyrics is not my thing; I just say if their cool for me. How bout we get the newbie?", smirked Shikamaru.
"Shikamaru, I haven't seen you excited in some time! There must be something behind this other than just getting a new one for the family.", joked Naruto.
"I assure you, there isn't. Well, lets leave a note behind, change your clothes, and bring your cell phone, 'k?"
"Whatever."
Shikamaru started heading out while Naruto got changed and then grabbed his cell phone. He was starting to go out before he noticed the figure in the picture right under the cell phone. Anger then crept up into his body with the memories flying in with just one name.
"Sasu-…"
"Naruto! Get your ass over here!" interrupted Shikamaru.
"O-oh, right, I'm coming right now!"
And so started the day of Uzumaki Naruto. He was off to the street market, where all nearest ads and clubs for bands were, off to the town square to ask people if they knew anybody right for the band, and off to find the missing piece to the puzzle of his band…his band and his somewhat misplaced and broken life.
"Where the hell are you, future drummer?", grinned Naruto as he looked up in the sky while racing toward Shikamaru.
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A:N/ This was a short chapter. However, this is only the Intro to the story. Chapters in the future will be much longer. This story will not only be yaoi but adventure. Clue for next chapters at the end of chapters will be the names of chapters.
Clue for Chapter 2: But It's Better If You Do