If: After some time off (lots of time off) I wanted to try something new. I know people want Fever Pitch finished or continued, but I'm getting there.
This is just a trial chapter. I wanted to gauge this before continuing. If anyone's interested just leave a comment.
Warnings: Yaoi
Pairings: NaruGaa, GaaSasu (for now)
In front of a peaceful little ranch house, in the small garden at the end of the driveway, was a boy tending to the crops he had planted. Bent over with his feet precariously perched on the stones dividing the garden into sections and his ass in the air, he hummed a tune to himself as he listened to the music on his phone as he weeded his garden. It was summer, the air was warm and the sun shining, it was the perfect time to weed the garden. In shorts that hugged his ass and showed a good amount of leg, a black tank top and barefoot, the boy was blissfully unaware of the world around him. His hands were covered in dirt as he grasped all manner of weeds and tried to pull them out with their roots. It was rare for him to be able to take the time to work on his garden since he had started his summer job. Mornings were filled with slightly imbalanced middle-schoolers and afternoons were normally spent napping, playing violent games or starting to prepare dinner for his family.
The music screeching and blaring in his ear would be deafening to anyone else, but to this boy it was a normal occurrence. Years of listening to the Gothic/Black metal music, or however it was referred to, had conditioned his ears into metal compatibility. His siblings, boyfriend and friends kept telling him that it was bad for his hearing to crank such rancorous music, but he just ignored them. He had been listening to this stuff his whole life, and if it hadn't effected his hearing yet, it wasn't going to.
Yanking a particularly stubborn plant from the ground, and nearly falling over in the process, the boy sighed and rolled his shoulders. Wiping his forearm across his sweaty brow and then running his hands through his vibrantly red hair the boy once again bent over and got back to work. Black painted nails dug through moist soil and grabbed the base of the next weed that dared invade his garden. Looking at his sweet-smelling herbs, that were surprisingly potent in taste, he knew that all the hard, backbreaking work he was putting into this garden was well worth it. Even if he still didn't know what he was going to do with the radishes, he was still glad that he had decided to do this as his project.
Across the street the boy's neighbor walked out of his air-conditioned house and stretched in the heat of the summer's sun. Yawning and rolling his shoulders he looked across the road to see his neighbor and grinned. The redhead had turned so that his back was to his neighbor's house, completely unaware of the lecherous eyes that raked across his toned legs and firm ass. Nodding his blonde head as if having come to a decision, the blonde looked cautiously around to see if there was anyone outside other than the redhead and himself. Seeing that there was no one else outside in the scorching heat, he started to creep across the street, leaving his flip-flops in his yard.
Dashing across the street the foxy blonde crept up to the garden, only to be caught as the red-head stood up to throw some weeds out of his garden. Smiling innocently and waving, hoping to not get in trouble, the blonde greeted the other boy who only sighed.
Digging into one of his pockets, the redhead pulled out his mint chocolate phone and stopped his music. He looked skeptically at the blonde for a moment. The blonde shifted on his feet, as if holding himself back from just pouncing on the redhead. Sighing once again, the redhead stepped out of his fence-enclosed garden to greet the blonde properly. Grin spreading to near-impossible purport ions, the blonde pounced on the redhead, knocking both of them to the ground.
"Son of a bitch!" the redhead swore once he got his breath back. The blonde just grinned at him, tilting his head to the side and closing his eyes, knowing the redhead was unable to do anything rash when he looked so cute. The redhead swore again.
"You know I couldn't resist," the blonde told the redhead. "You were asking for it Gaara."
The redhead, known as Gaara, sighed again before replying. "How the hell was I asking for it? I was pulling weeds and then you popped up and knocked me down."
"It was a tackle of LOVE!" the blonde cried. Gaara flinched and blanched, though it was hard to tell considering how pale he was. "You were all bent over and I couldn't resist. I just had to have you on your back below me."
Gaara blushed. "Shut up Naruto."
Grinning lecherously and letting his hands wander the body below him, Naruto replied. "But you like it when I talk dirty to you Gaara."
Gaara didn't bother to reply to Naruto's cheeky comment. Turning his head to the side, Gaara watched as a car passed by his house.
"Ne, Gaara?" Naruto started, poking Gaara's cheek. Gaara raised an eyebrow, even though he had none to raise. "Are you excited about the gang getting together again?"
Gaara shrugged. Naruto pouted.
"You're not excited to see Lee, Neji, Kiba, Hinata, Ino, Shika, or Sakura?" Naruto asked. Gaara deadpanned at the boy atop him. Naruto just grinned. "I could list off the rest of the group if you want."
"No thanks," Gaara replied. "And so long as he doesn't show up I'm fine with it."
Naruto frowned. "I doubt he'll be coming. Besides, I don't think he even knows about it. Its not like anyone knows where he is to tell him about it."
"True," Gaara said.
"And anyway I don't think he'd show his face around any of us after everything that's happened," Naruto pointed out. Gaara nodded. "Its not like he has anything to come back for. I mean, you're mine now and I'm not giving you up."
Gaara's mouth twitched in an attempt to smile. Naruto gave the redhead a cheeky grin. Gaara only rolled his eyes.
"… I hate to point this out, but how would he know about us?" Gaara said. Naruto's lips pouted while his brow furrowed.
"You may have a point," he finally said. The goofy grin spread across his face again. "But if he shows up, there will be no doubt that you belong to me."
Just looking at the blond told Gaara that if his ex dared to show his traitorous face that he would be in for the shock of a lifetime. Naruto was very possessive and would blatantly show all sorts of inappropriate affection in front of anyone who looked at Gaara the wrong way. In a way it was comforting, knowing that the blond would go to the ends of the earth to show everyone that the redhead was his, but on the other hand he was a bit worried about what would happen if his ex actually showed up. Having had their relationship end rather badly and having Naruto being so… affectionate would certainly cause all sorts of problems. His ex was anything but passive when it came to Gaara. Two possessive men trying to vie for him at the same time, though kind of hot was not a fun time. Gaara was a bit concerned it would come to blows, but was startled out of his thoughts by his boyfriend licking his cheek.
"… Why did you do that?" Gaara asked looking pointedly at the blond.
"Why not?" was the cheeky reply. Gaara just shook his head.
Both boys turned their heads as they heard a car pull up and start up the driveway. Turning to exchange a brief look, the blond stood up and held out a hand for the redhead. Taking the proffered hand, the redhead was hauled to his feet. Still holding hands, the two made their way up the rest of the short driveway to greet their first guest.
The door opened to the slick black Mercedes and a black panted leg stepped out of the open door. Gaara and Naruto turned to each other and frowned, but looked back to see who was actually coming out of the car. Black hair, spiked up in the back and still slicked to look like the butt of a duck, a black collared shirt, and an all too familiar face surfaced from the vehicle. Gaara's hand unintentionally gripped Naruto's hand tighter. The blond squeezed Gaara's hand in return. Black eyes bored into the two motionless boys. Brining a hand up to his neck the black haired boy loosened his skull and crossbones tie.
"Long time no see," the deep voice of the black haired boy rang out in the silence, breaking whatever spell had fallen over the two other boys. The blond frowned and fought the urge to growl.
"Not long enough if you ask me," was Naruto's biting reply. The black haired boy raised a delicate black eyebrow.
"I wasn't expecting such a harsh reaction from you," the black haired boy told the bond. Naruto just scowled. The black haired boy looked over the two of them and finally noticed that their hands were clasped. Frowning darkly, the black haired boy looked straight at Gaara. "I see that in my absence I have been forgotten."
Gaara twitched but didn't say anything. It irked the black haired boy that he had been cast aside so easily.
"At least you didn't have to look long and hard for a replacement," the black haired boy bit out. Frowning, Gaara held Naruto back from punching the other boy.
"I wasn't looking for a replacement. I wasn't looking for anything. I just found something better," the redhead grit out, annoyed at the gall of the black haired boy.
"Yeah! There's a big difference between you and me Sasuke. I am the better man and am much better for Gaara. Lord knows I won't run off for some trivial reason and leave him behind," Naruto growled at Sasuke. Sasuke sneered.
"I didn't leave for a trivial reason, and damn it I said I'd be back,' Sasuke snarled in return. Naruto barked out a harsh laugh.
"Yeah right!" Naruto screeched. Gaara sighed.
"Would you two shut up?" he asked in a deep scary voice that meant business. Both bickering boys shut their mouths and looked at the redhead. "You're just going to have to deal with each other since it seems that Sasuke here is going to be staying."
Naruto opened his mouth to speak but Gaara held up a hand, effectively cutting him off. "You will both deal with this. If I hear one complaint about you not liking the other being here I will personally make sure the both of you will never be able to use your hands again."
Both boys gulped and nodded meekly. Satisfied for the moment, Gaara let go of Naruto and walked into his house. The two remaining boys glared at each other.
"I'm going to get him back," Sasuke finally said. Naruto snorted in derision.
"I'd like to see you try," Naruto challenged.
"You will, don't you worry," Sasuke muttered as the blond scrambled after his still scary boyfriend. Sasuke opened his trunk, grabbed his luggage and started to follow the two of them. I will get Gaara back no matter what.